36. It's A Dangerous Love Affair.

Sandor stood in a dark corner of the room, away from all the people around him that were doing other things, and he couldn't take his eyes off Sansa for even one second.

The young woman was in the center of the large room, focusing on the task at hand. She was getting ready to start shooting the last day of filming for one of her music videos, and she was surrounded by cameras and make dancers. They had travelled all the way to the Vale to film that video, and there were two locations that they had visited. The first location had been the top of the Mountains of the Moon which surrounded the vale, and they were a dangerous but beautiful landscape and so half of Sansa's video had been filmed there. The second location was the Eyrie, and ancient stone castle on the top of one of the mountains, called the Giant's Lance. The castle had once been property of kings and queens that ruled there during the Middle Ages, but it was inhabited no more. Now it was a treasure of the nation, a monument for all of the citizens to admire and sometimes visit. It seemed like a place taken out of a fairy tale and brought to reality.

The part of Sansa's video that had been filmed in the Mountains of the Moon was the part of the song that had lyrics to it. It wasn't like most of Sansa's pop songs, which were happy and joyful and full of rhythm. The song for which they were filming the video was one of her most intense songs, a song that spoke of oppression, but it also spoke of newly-discovered freedom. It spoke of pain, and it spoke of passion. It spoke of hate, and it spoke of love. It was an intense song with mixed and powerful emotions, and Sansa's voice performed it extraordinarily in a magical way. Sandor had enjoyed watching her standing alone on the rocks of the too of the mountains, with her hair and her dress floating in the wind behind her. She had been wearing a long white dress of a very thin fabric that was translucent, but it had many layers that hid Sansa's body beneath it. The long train of the dress flew in the wind behind her, making her look like a goddess while she sang like an angel of music.

However, in the part of the video that was being filmed in the Eyrie the music was solely instrumental. The scene that were filmed there were supposed to be mixed in between scenes that happened in the Mountains of the Moon, and they were the scenes that told the story of the song in a more graphic way. Sansa danced in the Eyrie, and she had changed her dress. She was wearing a long black dress with an opening in the skirt that revealed her long leg when she walked and moved. The bodice of the dress had dark green and dark blue and dark purple undertones to it that were brighter when the light hit Sansa, and there were long black feathers on her shoulders and sleeves: raven feathers.

Apart from the dress, Sansa's dark make-up that gave her a feline look created a great contrast from her look full of light in the Mountains of the Moon, and her hair was in a long, complicated and thick braid instead of loose. She looked stunning either way, and Sandor couldn't take his hungry eyes off her.

Sadly, he wasn't the only one unable to take his eyes off her. All the men from the crew were looking at her, and the director, and the choreographers, and the dancers. Sandor wasn't liking the dancers. He didn't really mind the other men because they were far away from Sansa, and anyways, no matter where Sansa went men were looking at her. But the dancers... The dancers were getting too close for Sandor's taste. He was standing in his corner of the room, where the bodyguard was supposed to stand not interfering with the filming. He had his arms crossed over his chest and he had his hands in fists. They music had started and the cameras were filming. Sansa and the dancers had started to dance... It would all be alright if it was any other kind of dance.

But it was a tango.

A thrice-damned, buggering fucking sensual tango.

Sansa started dancing alone, slowly. She looked at the floor at all times while she sensually moved her arms and hands in the air up above her head. The music was as soft and slow, melancholic, just like her movements were. Then one of the dancers entered the scene and held her waist, pulling her closer to him. She kept looking at the floor at all times, and their dance was strange. The sensation that it gave away was that the man was the one leading the dance, while Sansa was just letting him guide her in a not very enthusiastic way. Then all of a sudden the man pushed her away, and Sansa fell into the arms of an awaiting second dancer.

Sansa looked up for the first time since the dance had started, and the locked her eyes on the dancer's eyes. She was being an actress through and through during that dance, and the emotions that the girl of the video was supposed to be feeling were imminent in Sansa's blue eyes. While her gaze had been empty and sad and melancholic during the first part of the dance, as soon as her eyes were set on the second man they were filled first with surprise, then his curiosity. They started dancing slowly and softly, though a bit more intensely than in the first part of the dance. They danced, moving up and down the great circular room and between the big white stone columns. The music was more intense than before, more passionate. The string music played in a way that made the blood in everyone's veins feel like they were lava.

Sandor had to admit that he was captivated by both the music and the dance, until he came back to reality and remembered that that was Sansa. He watched while the second dancer spun Sansa around until her back was pressed against him. His hands caressed her body slowly, intensely, with feverish and burning passion. Sandor saw red, and he had to fight the urge to go and punch the dancer in the face.

They are just dancing, he reminded himself. It's like in the movie, they are just acting. At least here they aren't kissing...

No, they weren't kissing, but seeing another man's hands roam Sansa's body like that right in front of him was driving him nuts.

Suddenly the first dancer snatched Sansa away from the second dancer's arms. The music and the dance took a darker and fiercer twist. The dance between Sansa and the first dancer was passionate like her dance with the second dancer had been, but it was more aggressive, and it resembled a fight for power, for dominance. As jealous as Sandor felt while watching Sansa dancing with those men, he became captivated by the performance. It was like a game of strength, or an attempt to create submission and at the same time a fight against it.

Sansa broke free of the dance with the first dancer, and danced towards the center of the room. Then both men, the first and the second man, approached her and danced around her slowly, encircling her like predators did to their prey. They touched her with their hands; the first dancer's touches were possessive and rough, while the second dancer's touches were gentle and loving. Sansa stood between them with her eyes closed; her expression was that of confusion, like she was fighting a war within her and she wanted to break free of the invisible chains that held her. Her movements between the two dancing men made it feel like they were powerful magnets, and she was the metal piece that was caught between them, going from one to the other.

The two men separated from her and moved to the far corners of the room, but Sansa wasn't left alone. Half a dozen other male dancers appeared from the background suddenly, and they encircled Sansa, submerging her in a sea of hands that wanted to hold her. She danced with the first man that held her, and then she moved away from him only to fall I to the arms of a second dancer, and a third, and a fourth. She couldn't break free. The music was a dramatically overwhelming then; the notes made you feel like you were in a crowded room and there was no wait out, which was just like Sansa felt in the dance. The music and the dance and Sansa's expression and her movements and the dancers created perfectly a sensation of dizziness, of suffocation, or thirst, anxiety, a need to air...

A minute passed, and Sansa closed her eyes again and gave up; she just stopped fighting, and allowed the dancers to guide her between them like driftwood moved along the current of a river. She succumbed to their touches, surrendered to their actions, fell defeated under the weight of the music and the heat of all those bodies around her...

And then the men dispersed around the room and disappeared, leaving it empty. Sansa began falling to the floor, but the two original dancers, her owner and her lover, appeared again. As Sansa was falling, the first dancer, her owner, held her by the waist. Sansa's back was on his knee, but her head had had fallen on the knee of the second dancer, her lover. And the dance ended like that, with the first dancer holding Sansa's waist and her body resting on his knee, but the second dancer was gently his king her back and her arm, and he had lowered his face until his lips were almost touching Sansa's.

The music stopped like that, violently, just like the dance had been. Sansa and the two dancers stood there for a couple of seconds while the cameras stopped filming, and then the entire crew broke into thunderous applause and the two dancers helped Sansa get up. She was smiling, and she looked immensely satisfied and happy. She thanked everyone that told her that she had done a splendid job, and she even blushed a little. Sandor smiled a little bit when he saw her so happy and satisfied with her work; however, that smile disappeared when he saw Sansa hugging the dancers.

Bloody hell, are you kidding me? he asked to himself. He shouldn't be getting jealous of that, Sansa was just thanking in her own way the people that had been working with her! I should stop being such an idiot or one of these days I'm going to give myself an ulcer!

He decided to ignore his stupid jealousy. What was he going to do, be jealous his whole life every time a man was near Sansa? No, he couldn't do that! He would be a jerk if he did that... He decided to calm down, but he couldn't help but crash his elbow against the second dancer when he walked past him.

"Hey!" the man protested, but Sandor ignored him.

He approached Sansa, who was still smiling. She looked radiant. She smiled even more when she saw him.

"Did you see that?!" she squealed.

"Aye," he nodded. "You were... very good."

You were fucking perfect, he wanted to say, but he was afraid he might rise suspicion among the people around him if he said those words to Sansa. He could hardly keep the devotion that he felt for her away from his eyes, so how could he hide it from his voice?

Sansa walked towards the director of the video when he called for her, and she watched the videos that had been filmed with all the cameras around the room. Both of them were satisfied with the results, after a whole day of dancing over and over again. The director announced that that was officially the ending of the filming of the video, and he congratulated Sansa. She squealed and hugged him, and then she thanked the whole crew.

Sandor went back to the corner where he had been standing before and where he was going to wait for Sansa to go and change and then return so that they could leave that place. Sansa was about to leave that large circular room when suddenly one of the men that had been in the room watching the filming approached her and started talking to her. Sandor narrowed his eyes and glared at the man. It was Sansa's agent, Petyr Baelish.

Sandor had been observing the man, and it hadn't escaped him how the man's eyes sparkled with lust whenever he stared at Sansa. Baelish wanted her, and that made Sandor dislike him deeply, but not because of jealousy, but because of the way in which Petyr looked at Sansa. Sandor could understand that the man desired Sansa, lots of men did, but Baelish's eyes... There was something sick in his eyes. He looked at Sansa like she was an object that he could posses, a sweet candy that he could eat for his own pleasure. He looked at Sansa just like Joffrey looked at her. And Sandor didn't like it, he didn't like it one bit. But the man was Sansa's agent, so what was he to do? Sansa didn't seem to have anything against the man that helped her create her wonderful and successful career, so it wasn't Sandor's place to say anything.

Petyr and Sansa chatted a little bit. He was surely congratulating him, and Sansa was thanking him. She hugged him as well and Petyr hugged her back. Sandor grunted angrily when he saw that Baelish's hands were a bit lower in Sansa's back than they should be...

Sansa let go of her agent, and then she disappeared through a door to head towards the room where she was going to change back into her normal clothes. No one really noticed that Sansa was leaving the room except Sandor and Petyr. Petyr didn't realize that Sandor was glaring at him from across the room, and after a few moments he disappeared through the same room through which Sansa had exited the room. He was going after her.

Oh no, Sandor rasped in his mind, walking towards the door with the full intention to follow the man and stop him. Over my dead body.

Maybe he was over reacting, maybe he wasn't. Sandor wasn't willing to stay there and take the risk.

The door lead to a narrow and long hallway, and at the end there was a corner that lead to another hallway. Petyr wasn't there, so he had already turned the corner, and Sandor quickly walked towards there, not making any noise. When he reached the second hallways he found some closed doors at the end in the left side of the hallway; those doors belonged to rooms, and Sansa was in one of them but Sandor didn't know which one was hers. He was about to start opening every single door when suddenly he heard voices that came from the last door at the end of the corridor, which wasn't completely closed. He recognized Sansa's voice immediately.

"Petyr, you startled me!" she gasped.

"Sorry. I had to tell you again that you were magnificent, Sansa," Petyr Baelish said.

"Thank you. Now would you mind leaving? I have to change."

"I can help you with that if you want," Petyr said, and Sandor felt his stomach turning.

"What? No, Petyr, it's okay. Now please, get out, I'm in a hurry."

"Your husband doesn't have to know," Baelish said in a deep, lusty voice.

"What?" Sansa's voice was now filled with disbelief. "Petyr, what are you talking about? What are you doing?"

"I know that you don't love him. I can get you away from him. I can give you everything that you want, Sansa, you need only ask..."

"No, Petyr, no, I don't know what you are talking about. Now please, leave-"

She stopped talking then and she gasped, right in the same moment that Sandor reached the door and completely opened it. He found Sansa still dressed in the black dress with raven feathers, and she was being held by Petyr. He was kissing her.

Before Sandor could even react and do something about it, Sansa pushed Petyr away from he with all her strength and then she threw her hand back and slapped him with it full in the face. When her hand hit Petyr, a loud noise filled the small room, and Petyr's head turned to the side. He took two steps back, and then he put his hand on his cheek, which was starting to swell and turning an ugly shade of red. He looked at Sansa with completely stunned eyes. She looked very upset.

"Sansa..." Petyr Baelish started saying, forcing a small smile on his lips. "Sansa, darling, you know I mean well... I can help you."

"No," she muttered, and she wasn't going to change her mind.

Baelish took a small step towards her. He still had his hand on his cheek.

"Sansa-"

"Petyr, you are my agent and my friend, but I will hit you again!"

Sandor decided to step into the scene then. His initial shock had already gone again and now he was just angry, angry that that son of a bitch had dared to touch Sansa without her permission and when she was giving no signs of wanting him to get anywhere near her, and angry that the man couldn't take a hint and realize that he wasn't wanted there. Sandor slammed the door open all of a sudden, making both Sansa and Baelish jump a little, startled by the sudden and unexpected presence of the bodyguard there.

"Alright, that's enough," Sandor rasped. He grabbed Petyr Baelish by the back of his neck- the man was a little thing and not very strong at all, so for a man like Sandor he was easy to handle- and then he forced the man to move towards the door and then he kicked him out.

Petyr tripped and fell to the floor. He was getting back on his feet with the full intention to go back inside the room and talk to Sansa again, but Sandor stepped out of the room and slammed the door shut behind his back. He stood in front of the door like a guard dog, and he glared at Petyr menacingly.

"Don't even think about it," he muttered, and Petyr scoffed.

"Get out of the way, Hound," he said, using Sandor's nickname.

"Get the fuck out of here."

"What will you do, hit me? The others will call the police."

"No, I won't do that. I will make a phone call to the President and tell him that you are harassing his sister. And maybe I'll also call the Vice President and tell him you kissed his wife," Sandor told him.

He could see Petyr clenching his jaw and becoming furious, but the man wasn't as stupid as to try to get in an argument with a man more than twice his size, and even less stupid to get in trouble with the two most powerful men of the nation. Cursing under his breath, Petyr Baelish turned around and walked away from there, disappearing down the hallway.

Sandor stood there guarding Sansa's door until she came out already changed, back into normal jeans and a white sweater. She looked down to the floor, looking ashamed, and Sandor raised an eyebrow.

"Are you okay?" he asked her.

She nodded, and after making sure that there was no one in the hallway that could see them Sandor held her chin so that she would look at him.

"Hey, it's not your fault. It's his fault, he's a douchebag."

"I just never thought he would dare to do it..."

"Well, he did. But don't worry, he won't be trying it again," Sandor said, and he chuckled. "I didn't know you could slap like that!"

The admiration and surprise in his voice made Sansa smile, and she shrugged.

"Me neither!" she admitted.

Still smiling, both of them walked away from that place. Sansa said a quick good bye to the men that were still in the large circular room, and then she and Sandor left the palace of Eyrie. The headed towards were they had parked the car, which was next to where everyone had parked their own cars. Sandor grimaced when he saw Petyr Baelish's silver sports car not far away from when they were, but his eyes became wide when he saw that some birds had pooped all over it and left in a disgusting state. Not able to hold back, Sandor threw his head back and roared with laugher. Sansa notices what Sandor was laughing about and gasped, and then she hit him in the belly.

"Don't laugh like that!" she exclaimed, but she had to admit it was funny, and she chuckled.

Sandor was still laughing by the time they got inside their black car, a black Mercedes SUV, and Sansa had started laughing as well.

"It's not funny!" she kept saying, but she was laughing so much she had tears in her eyes. "Sandor!"

"It is!" he laughed. "It is funny!"

Maybe karma does exist after all, Sandor thought as he started the car and drove away from them.

He stopped laughing shortly after, and he focused on the road. The hated driving in the state of the Vale. The roads were all bumpy and old and narrow and dangerous. The landscapes that surrounded the roads were rocky, and many accident happened because of that. Sandor wanted to get out of those roads and get back to the hotel as soon as possible. Besides, the sky was getting filled with black clouds... There was a storm coming.

"Are you okay?" Sansa's voice came from the backseat. Sandor nodded. "You are not mad?"

"Of course not! I already told you, your agent is a fucking idiot."

"He's not bad doing his job, but when he gets personal he can be a pain," Sansa admitted. "You just saw him at his worse. He had never done that."

"If he ever does it again I'll punch his teeth out. Though I see you've got it covered."

"Oh, shut up..." Sansa murmured playfully.

Lightning illuminated the sky then, making it have an electrical blue color for a second. Sansa gasped, and Sandor cursed. He had hoped that the storm wouldn't start until later. He didn't like those roads during storms, if it started raining he would be forced to pull over somewhere safe until the storm stopped...

...As if his mind had caused it with magic powers after having that thought, it starting raining. More lightning illuminated the sky.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" he rasped, and Sansa frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm going to have to pull over, Sansa. These roads get ducking crazy with rain, I won't risk having an accident with you inside the car."

"Is it really that bad?" she asked.

"The only place where the roads get worse with rain than the Vale is the Riverlands, because they flood immediately. Here the visibility is bad, and I don't want to drive off the fucking road and get us both killed," he explained to her. "Do you have to be anywhere tomorrow?"

"No, I'm done with filming and everything else. And our flight is for the day after tomorrow, I was just planning to stay at the hotel..."

"Ok, then there's no problem..."

Sandor was a reckless man and he usually did stuff without caring about the consequences, but he wasn't about to be reckless with Sansa in the car. The roads in the Vale were full of curves and the road was next to some cliffs. He did not want to drive off them and risk having Sansa getting hurt, or worse. Besides, the storm was getting worse. Rain was pouring, and lightning struck everywhere. Yes, that was going to be a nasty storm...

Sandor found a safe place to pull over and let the storm pass; he left the lights on so that any cars that would maybe drive through that road could see them. He looked at the rear view mirror to see if Sansa was alright, and he was surprised to see her smiling. He was expecting to find her upset.

"Why are you smiling?" he wondered with curiosity.

"Because I'm happy."

"You are happy?" Sandor repeated, surprised. He hadn't expected to hear that, not after that damn kiss and the storm. "Why?"

"Because I'm here with you," Sansa whispered. She got closer to Sandor by leaning over the side of Sandor's seat. She kissed the side of his face, smiling against his skin. "And no one can bother us here."

Before Sandor could say anything, Sansa grabbed his arm and forced him to climb out of the driver's seat and into the backseat with her. She was giggling like a cute mischievous little girl, and Sandor chuckled.

"What are you doing?" he asked, but Sansa shut him up by kissing him full in the mouth. It surprised Sandor for a fraction of a second, but he immediately have in to the kiss. He tangled his finger's in Sansa's hair, and his lips caressed hers softly.

"Umm..." he murmured after they parted from each other. "Wouldn't you rather have one of those fancy dancers from the Eyrie?"

Sansa gaped, staring at him with disbelief at first, feeling deeply offended by his words. How could he believe even for one second that she might prefer someone else over him, after all that they had been through...!

...But she didn't say anything, because she noticed the way in which Sandor's eyes were narrowed and his lips were righty pressed together. She smirked. She knew that expression very well.

"You are jealous," she said. It wasn't a question.

Sandor denied it, of course. "I am not."

"You are! You are jealous!"

He glared at her whole she laughed. Does she think this is fucking funny?!

"And what do you want me to do, with all those pretty boys getting their hands all over you?!" Images of the dance, and of how sensual it had been and of how Sansa had moved in such a deducing way flooded his mind. Of course, those images were accompanied by that of all the men that had their hands on her, touched her, caressed her... Yes, he would admit it! It made him jealous like a mad old dog, and he wanted to pull all those men's eyes out. He also wanted to chop their hands off, so that they would learn that the little bird was his, his, only his...

He leaned in to her to kiss her, and se didn't protest. She welcomed his mouth against hers, and when his tongue touched her lips and parted them she moaned softly. The movements of his tongue were soft at first, provoking sharp and suddenly sparks of pleasure to run down their spines... It was slow but passionate, provoking, like the beginning of the tango had been.

"My poor, jealous, dumb Sandor..." Sansa said when they stopped for air, looking at him with eyes half closed. "I don't want any of them, only you. Besides, they are married."

"And? So are you, and look," Sandor said. He wasn't saying any lie by saying those words. Sansa was a married woman, she shouldn't in a situation like that with him... But then again, her case was very special.

Sansa raised her hands and Sandor looked at them. His gaze darkened when he saw the wedding ring on Sansa's finger, but it softened again when he saw her taking it off. Sansa dropped the ring to the floor of the car without any care, not even minding where it fell. Then she cupped Sandor's face, and all the time her eyes were locked on his.

"I am only yours..." she whispered, and her words seemed to be echoed through the lighting that fell from the sky and the roaring thunder that sounded.

Sandor claimed her mouth again then, and that time he didn't stop. He stopped worrying about the lighting and thunder. He stopped worrying about the road. He couldn't even hear the rain that clashed against the windows. The world ceased to exist around him, and there was only Sansa.

The sound of their kissing and or their quick and deep breathing muted the sound of the thunder around them. As lighting illuminated the sky and filled the inside of the car with light, Sansa removed Sandor's jacket and threw it to the front of the car, where it wouldn't bother them. She cupped Sandor's face while they kissed, and then she fell back until she was laying on the backseat of the car with Sandor on top of her. His hands snuck underneath her sweater and the top that she was wearing underneath it, and he caressed her warm and soft skin.

It had been over a month and a half since Sansa came back from her honeymoon, and Sandor hadn't touched her yet. He had given her space and time and patience and care, but he could feel now that Sansa didn't need more time. He could feel her desire for him just in her movements, in the way that she kissed him, in the way that her soft and low moans filled his ears. And he could definitely feel his own desire and need for her. He felt it like a bomb that was about to explode inside of him... And they were locked inside a car. In the middle of a road where no one could find them or bother them.

He grabbed the lower part of the sweater, and Sansa sensed that he wanted to remove it, so she helped him do that. The sweater joined Sandor's jacket in the front of the car, and was soon followed by Sansa's top. Sansa smiled to Sandor, and he took the sight of her in with pleasure. She was wearing a lace bra again, this time black. He moved one of his hands and cupped her breast with it, and he squeezed gently. Sansa but her lip and arched her back, bringing her body closer to his.

"Sandor..." she whispered. Sandor cupped her other breast with his hand. He lowered himself on top of Sansa to kiss her again, and then Sansa's fingers found the buttons of his shirt and unfastened them. Once she got rid of all the buttons she pulled the shirt off Sandor and threw it to the side, and the bare skin of their torsos were pressed together, sharing their warmth. The next thing that Sansa's hands found was Sandor's felt, and she proceeded to take it off. As she did so, her fingers accidentally grazed his hardness through his pants, making him hiss.

Once Sansa got rid of Sandor's belt she tried to unzip his pants, but he stopped her. She opened her eyes and looked at him confused.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sandor asked, not wanting to do anything that Sansa wasn't ready for yet. He did not care how difficult it was for him; if Sansa said "no," then he would stop and he wouldn't touch her.

"Yes," Sansa whispered, and Sandor could tell in her eyes that it was the truth. He didn't ask any more questions then, and he took his pants off.

He removed Sansa's jeans himself, and the light of the lightning that came through the windows allowed him to appreciate the detail of the lace of her black panties. He wanted to pull them off her right that moment, but he didn't. Instead he kissed again, but the kiss was more urgent, feverish. Sansa playfully bit Sandor's lip, and then he filled her mouth with his tongue, making her gasp and moan. Their bodies were pressed together, separated only by their underwear. Sansa's legs were spread for Sandor, and he had positioned himself between them. His groin was pressed against Sansa's woman's place, and could feel how hard he was for her. When Sandor moved his hips against hers and his hardness grazed her groin she moaned louder.

"Sansa..." Sandor groaned. He buried his face in Sansa's neck and kissed it and nipped at it. He wanted to leave a red mark there that signaled that she was his and he was hers and that would remind her of that moment every time she saw it in the mirror, but Sandor knew he couldn't do that. Instead he lowered his face to Sansa's full breast. He grabbed her bra and pulled it down on one side, revealing one full and large and soft soft breast, he he took her hardened nipple in his mouth. Sansa moaned louder as he sucked and licked and gently nibbled.

He massaged her other breast with his hand, but then he turned his mouth's attention to that breast, pulling the bra down and leaving it bare. He licked her nipple with his tongue in circles before taking it into his mouth and sucking. He gently nibbled at Sansa's nipple, making her squirm underneath him.

"Sandor... touch me..." she panted.

Sandor's mouth left her breasts and returned back to her lips, silencing her moans and panting with passionate kissing. While their tongues and lips resumed their erotic dance, Sandor hands travelled down the side of Sansa's body, caressing her skin which burned up under his touch, until he reached her black lace panties. He slid his hand underneath the fabric and touched Sansa's soft curls, and then he found her woman's place, soaked wet for him. When his fingers touched the little sensitive knot of flesh between Sansa's legs, she moaned louder, and pleasure spread through her body from that little spot like electricity. Sandor continued stroking that sensitive spot, and with each stroke Sansa squirmed more and moaned louder underneath him, making his cock twitch with his own pleasure at seeing Sansa so excited by his ministrations.

Sansa caressed Sandor's body with her hands while he pleasured her. She had her eyes closed and felt like she was going to Heaven over and over with each one of Sandor's touches. One of her hands caressed his arm, feeling the big and hard muscle underneath his smooth skin. Her other hand roamed his back, and the small movements that his muscles did made her shiver when she felt them under her palm.

The movement's of Sandor's hand in her woman's place became faster and more intense, moving in circles and sending bolts of pleasure all through her body. She felt something building inside of her, like a storm that was forming in her core. She couldn't make her body stop squirming, she felt like she had lost all control of her own self.

"Sandor," she moaned as she stopped kissing him, and she felt an explosion of pleasure that made her entire body shake. She held on to Sandor, not realizing that she was burying her nails into the skin of his back.

He grinned as he saw the little bird have her orgasm, and he felt his cox getting even harder and aching inside his boxers, desiring to get inside inside her and make her completely his. He removed his hand from inside Sansa's panties and put in on her hip. He waited until Sansa stopped shaking and moaning underneath him; she regained control of herself, but she continued panting. Her body was covered in sweat, and the sweet scent of her pleasure filled the car. The windows were fogged from the heat that emanated from their bodies.

Sansa opened her eyes and continued panting, looking at the ceiling of the car with a glimmering gaze lost in distant places. Her ragged breaths made her chest raise and press against Sandor's naked chest. He continued looking at her, and moved her hair away from her face with his fingers, grazing her cheek as he did so. Sansa's eyes met Sandor then, and in unison they moved and sat up on the backseat of the car. Sansa sat herself on Sandor's lap, encircling his hips with her long and bare legs. She rocked her hips against Sandor's, making a pleasure groan escape from him. He held her tight and pulled him close to him until their bodies were as close as humanly possibly. Sansa tilted her head back, arching and exposing her neck. Sandor kissed it hungrily again, and Sansa's hands went to her back and unclasped her bra. As the piece of undergarment slides off her and completely left bare her upper body, lightning struck, illuminating the whole Vale. The light filled the car in an eerie way, and that light made the desire in their eyes stand out in an overwhelming way. Sandor and Sansa stared into each other's eyes, and as the sound of thunder reverberated in the sky yet again, they kissed.

Not long after, they stood in each other's arms completely naked. There wasn't a single piece of clothing separating their bodies, and Sansa was once again sitting on Sandor's lap, with her legs around him. Sandor's hard cock grazed her entrance; both of them felt a burning need for each other that needed to be satiated, but they did not wish to rush things. They hadn't been like that in a long time, and now time was all they had, at least during a few hours. They wanted to feel all of each other, have all of each other... That was why they took things slow and calmly, even though Sandor felt like a starving beast had awakened inside of him, and that beast needed to satiate his hunger... Hunger for Sansa.

Sansa softly pushed him back until he was laying on his back on the backseat of the car. He couldn't completely lie down and he had to lean his back against the door because he was too big for the car, but it was alright. Lightning illuminated the inside of the car again. Sandor though that he had never seen a sight so perfect than the one he was contemplating at the moment; Sansa sitting naked on too of him, looking at him with eyes glimmering with intense desire, and her hair cascading down her back and torso in auburn waves that were dark red in the light of the storm. She was a goddess, and no one could convince Sandor of the contrary.

Sansa lean in until she could kiss Sandor's lips, and then she kissed his strong jaw covered in a short beard, and she kissed his neck and his shoulder and his strong and muscular chest. Her hands caressed him there, brushing the hair of his chest with the tips of her fingers. She left a trace of kisses all over his body, and then she reached his aching and hard cock, and before Sandor could realize what was happening Sansa had taking most of his wide length inside her mouth. He groaned louder than before, and his clenched fist punched the back of the passenger seat when he felt waves of pleasure run through every single cell of his body. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, letting it rest against the door of the car as Sansa worked her way on his cock with her mouth. Her lips surrounded him in the most exquisite of ways, the moisture of her lips making him lose himself. Each time that Sansa's tongue licked as she sucked him hard made him groan louder than before. His hands found her head and got tangled in her hair and she moved up and down his length. He never imagined that something could feel so good. Sansa had never done that to him, and he had never asked. He let her do to him whatever she wanted to do, and did to her whatever she allowed him to do to her. He had pleasure her with his mouth before, but this was a first for them, and as surprised as he was, he was loving it.

"Sansa," he groaned, nearly breathless. He felt he could not go on much longer, he felt about to explode. He hated fire, but he felt on fire indeed, like there was a massive ball of flames inside his chest growing bigger and hotter with each passing second. "Sansa... Stop, before... Before I..."

He could hardly speak, there was a lump in his throat. Sansa understood, and she stopped sucking him. She blew on his tip, making him hiss, before she went back to the posture in which she was before. While Sandor was still panting and leaning his back against the door of the car, Sansa positioned herself on top of him. When Sandor felt the top of his pulsing cock graze Sansa's wet entrance he raised his hands and help her hips, and guided her down and Sansa lowered her body. Sandor entered her, and a convulsion shook Sansa's body, and a loud moan scared her lips. She bent over for a few second as she got used to Sandor filling her, and then she started moving on top of him, letting his cock slide in and out of her in a slow rhythm. Sandor watched her bewitched as she moved on top of him, her eyes always locked on his. When lightning illuminated them once again, Sansa made her movements quicker. She panted loudly, moaning and crying out loud softly as she rode Sandor. One of his hands left her hips and roamed her body, caressing her as she moved on top of him and he cupped one of her bouncing breasts, squeezing it and making Sansa moan louder. She bent over again when a sudden bolt of pleasure shook her body, and Sandor sat up on the backseat with her still on top of him and held in his arms.

More lightning fell, one after the other, continuously illuminating them. Holding Sansa in his arms, Sandor started moving himself, sliding in and out of Sansa in movements that were more intense than the ones she was performing, and he buried his face in between her neck and her shoulder while he heard her moaning so loudly that he couldn't hear the thunder anymore. The force of his movements made Sansa fall back, taking Sandor with him, and now she was the one that was laying on her back on the backseat again and he was on top of her. He grunted furiously as he moved in top of her, filling her up and reaching as far up inside of her as he could. He was worried that he might hurt her for a moment, but when he looked at her with a question look in his eyes she nodded to him encouragingly.

He fucked her so intensely and furiously that the entire car shook with their movements, and they lightning and thunder, which fell and sounded without pause at the moment, felt like music that was trying to catch up with the rhythm of the two lovers. Minutes passed, and Sandor knew he couldn't go on any longer. Both Sansa and him came at the same time, muffling the sound of thunder with their pleasure.

After they were done they laid there in each other's arms, panting and sweating and shaking for God knew how much time. They were so lost in themselves, in the heavy and strong smell of their love-making, in the sensations that crossed their bodies, that they could feel or sense or hear anything else than themselves and each other. Not even the storm existed for them any longer.

Feeling tired, but at the same time incredibly awake, Sandor reached for Sansa's face and kissed her lips. All the jealousy that he had felt easier in the day had completely vanished, destroyed by what had just happened. That, the passionate sex, the intense love, all those feelings and emotions... They just belonged to the two of them, and to no one else. He was hers, and she was his. He had no doubt of that.

They didn't speak after the act, it wasn't necessary. They kissed for some time, slowly, recovering from their love-making. Sansa was still shivering in Sandor's arms when they stopped kissing and she let her head rest of his chest. She surrounded his waist with her arm and kissed his chest before closing her eyes and falling asleep, exhausted by everything that had happened that day.

Sandor didn't sleep, though. He remained awake, wanting to experience every second that he had alone with Sansa and record it in his memory. As she slept next to him, not caring about the incredibly loud noise of the raging storm outside, he caressed her naked back and her arm and her hair, and contemplated her. He loved watching her and watching that peaceful and angelic expression that she had on her face when she was with him. He wished it could always be like that.

When the storm passed about five or so hours later he woke her up. They kissed some more, and then they reached for their clothes and dressed themselves again. Nothing could erase the smiled they both had on their faces.

Night had fallen on the Vale, but the dark sky was cloudless and the visibility was good. The roads were safe again, and no rocks had fallen down the mountains and blocked the way. Sandor drove all the way to the city and took Sansa to the hotel. Once he parked in the parking lot he checked the inside of the car quickly, making sure that they were leaving no signs of their love-making there.

He accompanied Sansa to her suite. Just like in Highgarden, he had his own small room inside the suite that looked like a deluxe apartment. Once they were inside the suite, Sandor looked at Sansa with a devilish smile.

"I should let you go and sleep now," he said.

Sansa returned the same smile to him, and looked at him while tilting her head a bit to the side.

"But I'm not tired..." she murmured softly and playfully.

Sandor grinned. That was all he needed to hear to pick Sansa up in his arms, making her squeal, and carrying her to her room inside the suite.